Title: Wandering - New people welcome
Ye Guilty - August 24, 2006 07:16 PM (GMT)
occ- this thread is for people with under 500 post, where they can come and relax or pick a fight or two with people who won't aren't uber strong. It's set in Yeel's market where many of us can cross paths.
Ye Guilty wandered the busy markets, looking for something... or someone that would help him acheieve the power he so desperately wanted. He gripped the handle of his sword tighlty... he never carried it in it's sheath for no reason other than he perfered it out. The various villagers stared at the boy, with strange cloths, clinging to his sword. Ye Guilty paid no mind to the on lookers as they're stares meant nothing to him. He looked down to his sword... it was clearly a great magical tool... but Ye Guilty was no where near strong enough to weild it effectively other than that of a normal sword... He wondered why Kein had given this thing to him...
Asterisk - August 24, 2006 09:49 PM (GMT)
Asterisk was hunched over a small fruit stand gazing down at the lucious fruit. He looked up at the clerk. "May I?" he asked gently. The clerk nodded and Asterisk snatched up a piece of dragonfruit. He turned around and sank his teeth into the tasty snack. He looked around for just a few moments and noticed someone wandering the streets. Asterisk had not noticed this being in Yeel before. He wanted to approach the newcommer but did not know how. Afterall, Asterisk was not the most social person in Yeel. Besides being new to town, he realized that the man was constantly staring at his blade and acting somewhat suspicious in Asterisk's eyes. He decided to follow him.
Rhadge - August 25, 2006 06:25 AM (GMT)
Rhadge walked through the bustling streets, hand in his pockets. His mind was closed off from the rest of the world as he hummed a simple tune from home. As boring as it was back there, he couldn't help but miss it at times. Especially since he was a grown man now and had no where to go really, and he had too much pride to just go home and act like he never left.
I wonder how many of them actually think I'm dead, once I left that one day I never really came back.. he wondered to himself as he walked up to a fruit vendor, another man was standing. he simply tossed a coin onto the counter before grabbing a dragonfruit that had been sitting by itself in the corner of the basket.
The young man spun on a heel and rested against the wall that was next to the stand, raising the fruit up to eye level and examining it.
Ye Guilty - August 25, 2006 12:12 PM (GMT)
Ye Guilty Suddenly stopped. He looked up eyeing the sun, thought not directly staring at it. He waited a few seconds... then the sun was at the spot were Ye Guilty ussually ate something. This was one of the times when Ye Guilty was told he would be 'hungry'. Though in truth, after wandering in the desert, Ye Guilty had been suffering from many different pains... that he did not know how to be rid of. Though of all his pains, he still walked and acted as if nothing were wrong... not because he was macho or didn't want to look weak... it was because he was unaware of how to 'show' pain... he was unaware that limping might help ease the pain in his leg. And so he walked as if nothing was wrong.
Ye Guilty made his way to a fruit stand, that to men blocked. He stopped and looked up to them and said, "Your in my way..." His low voice, and lack of any manners might have seemed offensive... but in truth Ye Guilty just was never thought that this kind of behaviour might anger some one.
Asterisk - August 28, 2006 04:58 PM (GMT)
Before Asterisk could begin to follow the man, he came to the fruit stand that Asterisk was at and made a comment. Asterisk simply moved out of the man's path and walked away from the stand. He realized that the man was just a loner and walked away from him. He did mutter just one thing as he was walking away though. "Ignorant prick." said the half breed as he walked back to his house on the north side of Yeel.
Ye Guilty - August 28, 2006 08:55 PM (GMT)
Ye Guilty paid no mind to the comment, the man made as he moved out of the way. The pathetic insults of a coward meant little to him. If the man had a problem with Ye Guilty, and his only method was to mutter to himself, then that man was truly pathetic in it's purest form.
Ye Guilty sheathed his sword as he paid for some random fruit that was of good size, for it's price. He ate the fruit, which proved to be bitter. Guilty didn't mind, and quickly placed a hand on his sword again. He pulled it out slowly, enjoying the sound of the blade scratching against the sheath.
NightStalker - August 30, 2006 06:00 PM (GMT)
*NightStalker was wandering the markets, looking at the many strange item on sale, when he heard it. A sword being drawn near him. He was instantly alert, hand gripping the primitive weapon that resembled a spear. He spun round, and saw that it was only a man unsheathing his sword for the fun of it. No threat. But the weapon seemed familiar. He decided to trail the man and see what he would get up to.
Son of Sun - August 14, 2008 07:04 PM (GMT)
Isamu was standing outside a blacksmith's shop, thinking of home. He could remember when he used to make such things as this... He had asked the burly man behind the counter earlier about coming back to use his forge, but had been immediately turned down.
He missed his home now more than ever. He needed his forge. He needed his shop. He needed... his life. He had lost it all to the black flames... including his left boot. He was still walking around with one foot wrapped in leather, as he didn't have enough money to purchase new shoes from the cordwainers that worked around here.
He looked down at himself as he turned out his pockets. Nothing came out but a small bit of string and some lint. He was completely broke. He was almost ready to sell some of his other possesions for a few pieces of gold.
His stomach rumbled a bit as he tucked his pockets back in. He thought a bit about how to make some money without too much trouble, and then it hit him.
"No Forge Blacksmithing! No Forge Blacksmithing!" he called out. He would simply take metals from customers and turn it into some useful items. Surely people would pay him for that! He got a few wary looks from some passerby, but a small child was the only one who came forward.
"Make me something cool!" he said, handing Isamu a few coins. Pocketing one of them, Isamu pressed the other two coins together and made a great show of working them around with his fingers (although this was merely showmanship and had no real purpose at all). Then opened up his hands, producing a small token, about the size of a rook in a standard chess board. It was a nearly perfect replica of the boy himself.
He handed the boy his creation with a smile. The boy smiled back, and then ran off back into the crowds.